I tend to develop odd sentimental attachments to things and places.
As far back as I can remember I have never, ever, liked change. I tried my best to handle sleepovers as a kid but couldn’t even manage by grandparents house without literally getting sick with anxiety, and when we moved across town in middle school I was depressed for months. And even silly things like the flip phone that I still use, or that I don’t eat the crust on my sandwiches, or that I’m still driving my first car I got at 17. I feel compelled to keep things like movie ticket stubs and wine corks because it seems like it will help me to recall the memory later in life. That’s how I got started in photography actually, by documenting every major event in my life when I was a teen so I wouldn’t forget them.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve come to realize and accept that it is the only constant in life. Change is what helps us grow, it is good. But it still doesn’t come easy. Moving across the country to a place I had never been was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I know that it is also one of the best. And while I still miss my friends, family, and home terribly it will always be there whenever I want to go back.
So this image’s meaning to me is one of breaking free of the paralyzing attachments I let consume my life and state of mind. Who knows maybe one of these days I’ll even get a smart phone ;)
Inspired by the beautiful work of Jaroslaw Kubicki